"And there was a famine in the land, beside the first famine that
     was in the days of Abraham. And Isaac went unto Abimelech king of
     the Philistines unto Gerar. And Isaac dwelt in Gerar: And the men
     of the place asked him of his wife; and he said, She is my sister:
     for he feared to say, She is my wife; lest, said he, the men of the
     place should kill me for Rebekah; because she was fair to look
     upon. And it came to pass, when he had been there a long time, that
     Abimelech king of the Philistines looked out at a window, and saw,
     and, behold, Isaac was sporting with Rebekah his wife. And
     Abimelech called Isaac, and said, Behold, of a surety she is thy
     wife: and how saidst thou, She is my sister?"
                           Genesis 26:1,6-9

       Isaac lay upon the bed, gazing through the window at the clear blue sky. The Philistine city city lay quiet in the warm afternoon. It was the time of day during which the merchants closed their shops to rest for a few hours, and the streets of Gerar were fairly deserted.

       He had lain there long, in anticipation of Rebekah's arrival. He listen attentively to the sound of her soft body moving within the bath water in the adjourning room. His nostrils caught the aroma of the fragrant oils and perfumes which would soon adorn her sweet flesh. Isaac became aware of the slight tuminescent stirring within his loins, and he smiled. He knew that soon his sweetly voluptuous wife would be lying beside him, causing him to feel the growing desire of arousal which only she could do so well. "Voluptuous", he thought. "Yes, was that not her very name - Rebekah, the voluptuously beautiful one?" He thought of the old folk saying, "As a person's name is, so is he." "So is she", he amended, and smiled.

       Soon he heard her emerge from the water. He closed his eyes and saw her drying herself. When he imagined her moving the towel across the length of her beautiful hair, he moaned almost inaudibly. He imagined the feel of her, lying against him, her fingers and mouth caressing his skin. He opened his eyes. Now she was anointing herself with those magically sensual aromas, after having thoroughly dried and brushed her hair. The waiting began to be almost intollerable. Yet Isaac was would not speak. That was not his way. Indeed he was not a man of action, and in everything which was not strictly seen as "man's business", he let her lead. This was all the more true in their love-making. In that area of his marriage, remained as passive as on the day he lay upon Abrahm's altar, accepting whatever would befall him. He had long ago learned to give himself up to fate, to be the acquiesent one in the presence of the dominance of others, and this attitude had never failed him for his God had charmed his life.

       She entered the room. His breathing deepened. She was more alluring than he had expected her to be or had ever known her to be. Had he himself created her now this way in his mind? He was not sure but it didnt matter. She was his wife and it was therefore permissible for her to be with him in this special way, in the way they both loved.

       She was smiling as she approached the bed. He raised himself up on one elbow and attempted to rise but as she began to kneel upon the bed, she placed a hand lightly on his chest and bid him to lie back down. She kneeled beside him on the bed and placed her hands upon his face. Cupping his face tenderly, she asked, "Is my lord pleased?" He returned her smile. "When has my love not pleased me? From the day that I first saw you, from afar, mounted on a camel, your face covered with a veil, on that day that the servant brought you to me from Aram. You have been to me all women, and yes, I am pleased."

       As he placed his hands upon her own, he felt his skin burn beneath her knowing fingers, and he trembled. She lowered herself from the kneeling position and stretched out beside him on the bed as he placed his hands around her waist and drew her close to himself. He whispered to her through his smile, "Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are as doves behind thy veil. Thy lips are like thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely." He moved her on top of him and she brought her mouth close to his but only brushed his lips with her own. As his hands softly glided up and down her back, she responded, "Thy neck is like the tower of David builded with turrets, whereon there hang a thousand sheilds, all the armour of the mighty men." As she continued to carress his face, his hands moved from her back up to her shoulders and around them. He brought them down along her arms and held them for a few seconds, and then, ever so slightly he moved his right hand across her upper chest, stretching out the fingers, and lightly moved them over the nipple of her left breast. She shuddered with delight on top of him. He spoke, "Thy two breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a gazelle ... I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense."

       Again she brought her mouth close to his, teasing him with the back and forth brushing of her lips. Her hands tightened on his face and she held his head firmly. "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth", she whispered feverishly, "For thy love is better than wine." So saying, she bent her head fully down to his and pressed her mouth against his. He felt her tongue search for an opening and he involuntarily parted his lips sligtly, only enough for her to enter. He felt her tongue slowly penetrate and he moaned. His fingers pressed upon her nipple as they kissed and now she answered his moan with her own. As she withdrew her tongue, she drew back her head and looked down upon him with a mixture of tenderness and passion. He spoke. "Thy lips, O my bride, drop honey. Honey and milk are under thy tongue."

       Her mouth came down again upon his face,and he turned his head to the side, resting it on the bed as she kissed his cheeks and his neck with small quick kisses which lengthened out to long lingering kisses upon his neck. As she lay upon him and kissed, she moved her hands down upon his chest and rubbed softly in small circles, then lengthening out to larger circles until she described his upper body with her delicate fingers. He turned over on his left side so that she now lay along side of him. Her left hand moved down his body as she kissed his neck and chest. She reached inside his blouse and felt and kissed his own nipples. Loosening his garments, she slid his upper garment from off his body. Then she moved her hands deftly between his thighs. His own hand left her nipple andmoved up to her throat. Feeling the incedible feminine soft warmth of her throat, his manhood began to bulge under her hand. HIs hand lingered there and both of them carresses where their hands lay, each throwing back the head in ecstacy, their mouths open in delight, their eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure. While he carressed her throat, she remove his lower garments and held his privates sweetly within her fingers, sligtly moving her index fingers up and down along the hardened pulsing shaft.

       "I shall ravish you my love", he said suddenly. "Only if I allow my lord so", she smiled. "Are you not my slave who does all my bidding", she asked. "Yes", he sighed, "yet I would rend the clothing form thy fair body, peeling away the fabric to reveal thy lovely flesh beneath." "Then do so", she said, almost in a commanding voice, "I give thee leave, my lord." She threw her head back and laughed, knowing that the sight of her bare exposed throat drove him mad. The fabric was delicate, and yielded to his strong hands. He exposed her soulders and kissed them, and her neck and her chest, as he moved away her garments fomr her skin. Soon he had her completely nude. She wrapped her arms aroudn his waist and asked him to remove the ribbons from her hair. She shook her head as her long lovely tresses came undone. It seemed to Isaac that each time they made love, his wife became more and more desirable. He felt no need to take another woman. Rebekah was woman enough for any man, and he thanked Heaven that she was his. She cooed and purred and carressed his bottom and his thighs and his privates, and his fingers felt her shoulders and throat again. They clung together.

       He spoke love words again. "Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine, and the smell of thine ointments than all manner of spices ... A garden shut up is my sister, my bride, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed ... "  She responded, "Awake, O north wind; and come thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his precious fruits." So saying, she turned and lay upon her back.

       Isaac moved down along the length of her body, and kissed her skin as he moved, his lips and tongue working her skin as soft as a feather. She placed her hands on his back and her fingers pressed into his flesh. "Now, my beloved, my brother, humble thyself before me as thou knowest my desire." Suddenly, at her words, he stopped and burst into laughter. She smiled and looked at him wonderingly. "Why Isaac, my sweet husband, do you find something of mirth in me?" He shook his head as he sat up and smiled. "It was a surprise to me that you called me 'brother', for you have not done so before this time", he answered. She smiled back at him, her brows raising in mock innocence. "Oh?  And do you not address me as 'your sister, your bride'?" He nodded. "Indeed I do. And have I not told Abimelech and all the Philistines that you are my sister?" She chuckled and nodded. "And if we were sister and brother in truth, you could not love me as you do." She blushed, and he was not sure if it had been a question or a statement. Then he began to smile but stopped, his face taking on a look of earnestness. She looked at him questioningly. He looked away shyly. "What is my lord thinking?", she asked. He turned to face her again and he was blushing. "Why Rebekah, do you not know that my father, Abraham, when he was in this place, told Abimelech's father that his wife Sarah was his sister? And indeed, she WAS his sister, for she was the daughter of his father Terach, yet not the daughter of his mother, but of another woman whom Terach had taken."  She burst into playfull laughter. "Then shall I be your sister indeed in this love-bed if it please you." Again he was unsure if it had been a statement or question, but she continued, and he knew. "For I am here to please my lord in whatever fancies he imagines. So shall we playact what we image together, increasing passionate heat all the while. For you know well, my lord, that when Cain needed to wed, there was none for him save his sister that Adam and Eve had borne. And it was counted to him as loving-kindness that he took her to wife and lay with her, giving her of his seed, to fill the world with children. So now we shall be brother and sister in bed as we are man and wife." And she laughed deep in her throat and he stiffened with desire again.

       He moved upon her again in his throbbing tuminessence, and she responded to him, opening the gates to her garden for him to enter. Then he moved down once more, beckoning to her to wrap her legs around his back. "Now my sister, I please you in the way that women love to be pleased. Your brother consumes you with his love." She closed her eyes in order that all of her other senses might feel more intensely what he began to do to her, and her legs held him tightly as he kissed and loved her very woman-ness, knowing well that soon she would do in likewise manner to him, to drink his strength deep into the very throat which he loved so well.

       And Abimelech looked out of his window and saw into their bed chamber, and he knew.

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